tall

and ghostly pale

as if he were drenched in sheer silk 

was what I saw when he left the room, 

leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls. 

cool as a winter breeze

The milky twilight 

Soft and still

Drenches me in feeling. 

My eyes illuminate, 

Reflecting the light of a million stars

Each one a place I’ll never know. 

I was so quiet then, 

standing all alone against the concrete wall 

in ill fitting jeans

with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair. 

I listened instead of speaking